In the same space where once laid rubies and pearls
now lies a tangled necklace of simple gold.
Knotted, tarnished and with one broken end,
it rests there for a long time, almost hidden,
amidst bracelets of diamonds
and waits to shine again.

I am He
He could be anyone
He could be She

I am Here
Here could be There
...or everywhere
at any place
at any time

You are Me
You could be Anyone
I could be You

Busses be ****** and the masses that follow
If I were able, I'd lie there tomorrow
He says one thing and does another
Yet I've never known a better lover
Silent and calm and asking for nothing
Not love, not safety, not harbor, just something.
If only...
to again enjoy that briefest moment
of silent contentment
when I saw past the charade
and into a soul possessing the capacity
to be kind and true and vulnerable.